#9: TAK for hjælpen! Havde faktisk overvejet at søge på IMDb, men slog tanken ud af hovedet eftersom det drejede sig om en gammel dansk børnetime... Jeg er nu blevet sat på plads må man sige!!! :-)
It startled him even more when just after he was awarded the Galactic Institute's Prize for Extreme Cleverness he got lynched by a rampaging mob of respectable physicists who had finally realized that the one thing they really couldn't stand was a smartass.
"You fuhl no man can kil me die no ay not man" - Erlingur666 "Do not talk to me about pork when we have a crisis on my hands!!" - Producerem
Wowbagger The Infinitely Prolonged er og blir nu min yndlingskarakter i de bøger:
Wowbagger The Infinitely Prolonged was - indeed, is- one of the Universe's very small number of immortal beings.
Most of those who are born immortal instinctively know how to cope with it, but Wowbagger was not one of them. Indeed, he had come to hate them, the load of serene bastards. He had his immortaility inadvertantly thrust upon him by an unfortunate accident with an irrational particle accelerator, a liquid lunch, and a pair of rubber bands. The precise details are not important because no one has ever managed to duplicate the exact circumstances under which it happened, and many people have ended up looking very silly, or dead, or both, trying.
To begin with it was fun, he had a ball, living dangerously, taking risks, cleaning up on high-yield long-term investments, and just generally outliving the hell out of everybody.
In the end, it was Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness that starts to set in at about 2:55 when you know you've taken all the baths you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the Long Dark Teatime of the Soul.
So things began to pall for him. The merry smiles he used to wear at other people's funerals began to fade. He began to despise the Universe in general, and everybody in it in particular.
This was the point at which he conceived his purpose, the thing that would drive him on, and which, as far as he could see, would drive him on forever. It was this:
He would insult the Universe.
That is, he would insult everybody in it. Individually, personally, one by one, and (this was the thing he really decided to grit his teeth over) in Alphabetical Order.
"I wonder if a little rum could get this back on its feet."
42 er svaret på "life, the universe and everything" iflg HGTTG.
I en søgen på at finde ud af hvad spørgsmålet om life, the universe and everything så indeholder, bliver jorden bygget som et kæmpe eksperiment, men desværre bliver jorden sprængt i luften af nogle sure aliens ganske få øjeblikke før eksperimentet skulle slutte.
Men det er umuligt at gengive Douglas Adams' fortællestil, jeg kan kun anbefale folk at læse bøgerne, det er fantastisk underholdning.
"I wonder if a little rum could get this back on its feet."
#11 davenport 22 år siden
#12 McPeter 22 år siden
Ha en god weekend!
#13 nakalay 22 år siden
#14 Spanner 22 år siden
It startled him even more when just after he was awarded the Galactic Institute's Prize for Extreme Cleverness he got lynched by a rampaging mob of respectable physicists who had finally realized that the one thing they really couldn't stand was a smartass.
"Do not talk to me about pork when we have a crisis on my hands!!" - Producerem
#15 El vez 22 år siden
Wowbagger The Infinitely Prolonged er og blir nu min yndlingskarakter i de bøger:
Wowbagger The Infinitely Prolonged was - indeed, is- one of the Universe's very small number of immortal beings.
Most of those who are born immortal instinctively know how to cope with it, but Wowbagger was not one of them. Indeed, he had come to hate them, the load of serene bastards. He had his immortaility inadvertantly thrust upon him by an unfortunate accident with an irrational particle accelerator, a liquid lunch, and a pair of rubber bands. The precise details are not important because no one has ever managed to duplicate the exact circumstances under which it happened, and many people have ended up looking very silly, or dead, or both, trying.
To begin with it was fun, he had a ball, living dangerously, taking risks, cleaning up on high-yield long-term investments, and just generally outliving the hell out of everybody.
In the end, it was Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness that starts to set in at about 2:55 when you know you've taken all the baths you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the Long Dark Teatime of the Soul.
So things began to pall for him. The merry smiles he used to wear at other people's funerals began to fade. He began to despise the Universe in general, and everybody in it in particular.
This was the point at which he conceived his purpose, the thing that would drive him on, and which, as far as he could see, would drive him on forever. It was this:
He would insult the Universe.
That is, he would insult everybody in it. Individually, personally, one by one, and (this was the thing he really decided to grit his teeth over) in Alphabetical Order.
#16 filmz-phalanx 22 år siden
#17 filmz-Plimmer 22 år siden
#18 El vez 22 år siden
I en søgen på at finde ud af hvad spørgsmålet om life, the universe and everything så indeholder, bliver jorden bygget som et kæmpe eksperiment, men desværre bliver jorden sprængt i luften af nogle sure aliens ganske få øjeblikke før eksperimentet skulle slutte.
Men det er umuligt at gengive Douglas Adams' fortællestil, jeg kan kun anbefale folk at læse bøgerne, det er fantastisk underholdning.
#19 Kalle Ferm 22 år siden
#20 filmz-Plimmer 22 år siden